Home Sweet Home

We've arrived.  Landed, parked, rolled up, dragged in, unloaded (not unpacked).  Will probably need to think up a name for this place we call home.           
But that is another whole blog.

The pups think we're living in the middle of a dog park.  It took six dogs to get us moved in.  Mickey, Layla, Jessie, Decoy, Hadley and Hazel have all christened the place. Only one, Jessie, aka Fatty Boomba has jumped the fence.  There had to be one didn't there? 

We, and our moving help will testify to this, have too much crap.  Should have realized this while packing up.  Definitely realizing it while unpacking.  Our help saved our butts I can tell you that.  You have to love people who will drive hours to help you haul your stuff (aka crap, shit, treasures). 

We have all we need here though.  Room to garden, to relax, to run (at least the dogs do).  Room to listen to the quiet.  And a house full of love.  Last night, as we lay our weary bones down in bed, we paused.  We prayed in thanksgiving for the journey here and the blessings it holds.  

So when time permits, come and see us.  Bring the dogs, the kids, bring some hugs. Help us celebrate home sweet home.